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... things are shared in our planet . But he uttered no whines and he laboured no phrases of discontent , but courageously made the most and the happiest of events as they came . The many friends he secured must miss the contagious ...
... things are shared in our planet . But he uttered no whines and he laboured no phrases of discontent , but courageously made the most and the happiest of events as they came . The many friends he secured must miss the contagious ...
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... Thing , ' " Their Groves o ' Sweet Myrtle , " 72 73 " HIGHLAND MARY , " - 77 Songs " Will ye go to the Indies , my Mary ? " 82 " My Highland Lassie , O , " 83 " To Mary in Heaven , " 86 66 Highland Mary , " - 87 PEGGY KENNEDY , - Songs ...
... Thing , ' " Their Groves o ' Sweet Myrtle , " 72 73 " HIGHLAND MARY , " - 77 Songs " Will ye go to the Indies , my Mary ? " 82 " My Highland Lassie , O , " 83 " To Mary in Heaven , " 86 66 Highland Mary , " - 87 PEGGY KENNEDY , - Songs ...
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... Thing , " 177 " The Charms of Lovely Davies , " 178 ANNA PARK , 180 Song " The Gowden Locks of Anna , " - 181 MARIA RIDDELL , - 184 LESLEY BAILLIE , - 187 JESSIE LEWERS , 190 Song " O , wert Thou in the Cauld Blast , " - 191 THE ...
... Thing , " 177 " The Charms of Lovely Davies , " 178 ANNA PARK , 180 Song " The Gowden Locks of Anna , " - 181 MARIA RIDDELL , - 184 LESLEY BAILLIE , - 187 JESSIE LEWERS , 190 Song " O , wert Thou in the Cauld Blast , " - 191 THE ...
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... thing of Ramsay's , beginning : : - " While some for pleasure pawn their health " Twixt Lais and the bagnio , I'll save myself , and without stealth Kiss and caress my Nanny , O. " But that is of little moment . It is one of his own ...
... thing of Ramsay's , beginning : : - " While some for pleasure pawn their health " Twixt Lais and the bagnio , I'll save myself , and without stealth Kiss and caress my Nanny , O. " But that is of little moment . It is one of his own ...
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... Thing , " " The Bonnie Lad that's Far Awa ' , " " The Posie , " " Their Groves of Sweet Myrtle , " and others . It is happily not called for here that we should enter at length , or much at all , into the tortured relationship that ...
... Thing , " " The Bonnie Lad that's Far Awa ' , " " The Posie , " " Their Groves of Sweet Myrtle , " and others . It is happily not called for here that we should enter at length , or much at all , into the tortured relationship that ...
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Page 110 - I'll wage thee. Who shall say that fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves him? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me ; Dark despair around benights me. I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, Naething could resist my Nancy ; But to see her was to love her ; Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never lov'd sae kindly, Had we never lov'd sae blindly, Never met — or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Page 18 - The bridegroom may forget the bride Was made his wedded wife yestreen ; The monarch may forget the crown ' That on his head an hour has been ; The mother may forget the child That smiles sae sweetly on her knee ; But I'll remember thee, Glencairn, And a' that thou hast done for me ! " LINES, SENT TO SIR JOHN WHITEFORD, OF WHITEFORD, BART.
Page 87 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi...
Page 73 - A WINSOME WEE THING. SHE is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a bonnie wee thing, This sweet wee wife o
Page 191 - O, WERT thou in the cauld blast, On yonder lea, on yonder lea, My plaidie to the angry airt, I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee. Or did misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a'.
Page 87 - YE banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers. Your waters never drumlie! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry; For there I took the last fareweel O
Page 87 - Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
Page 87 - Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ; Time but the impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.
Page 28 - What makes the youth sae bashfu' an' sae grave: Weel pleased to think her bairn's respected like the lave. O happy love! where love like this is found! O heartfelt raptures! bliss beyond compare! I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare: — If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the...
Page 87 - I forget the hallow'd grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love ? Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past; Thy image at our last embrace! Ah, little thought we 'twas our last ! Ayr, gurgling, kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods...